Steven held the love of his life in his arms with tearful eyes. "I may be a Lovett, but I no longer have anything to do with that family the moment they were mean to you."

Amelia was moved and worried. "Steve..."

"I no longer have a home."

Though Steven chuckled helplessly, he felt relieved and liberated. "I am still Steven Lovett, but the heir of the Lovetts is dead."

"Who said you don't have a home?"

Furrowing her brows, Amelia put a finger on his lips. "Home is where I am. My family is your family, too."

The moon, shrouded in a haze, hung high in the velvety night sky.

The pair wound up in bed together.

Steven, covered up in his pajamas, lay stiffly next to Amelia.

scent of Amelia's shower gel, his senses overwhelmed by her warmth and the rhythm of her

stirred

gentleman, it was pure torture

wave of scent tickled

she leaned

of his heart, Steven closed his eyes so as not to violate her with

look at me." Amelia's lip clung to his ear,

the sweat in

"Take me, Steve."

by lust, he

overpowering spy voice held a

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